Across the road, across a chain-link fence, behind a fast-food joint, Cohn and Cruz watched two guys in armor first block, and then rush, Briar's minivan.
"There you go, sugar bun," Cohn said.
"Cops," Cruz said. She put the car in gear. "Don't call me sugar bun."
The cops all stood around and looked at the weeping Briar, and Lucas said, "They were looking at us. They sent her in, and they were looking at us." He laughed, a sour sound. "Man: we took it right in the shorts."
Chapter 18
They cuffed the woman, whose name was Juliet Briar, and took her down to the room where they were holding Justice Shafer, sat her down on a bed and told her that she was in a world of hurt.
"You don't even know what they'll do to you in that women's prison, they got wall-to-wall bull-dykes…" Shrake went on for a while, but stopped when Briar broke down again, weeping. Shafer said, "I could never be a cop, you know it? Doing this to a little kid. Why don't you pick on somebody a little older?"
"Because somebody a little older isn't part of a murder gang," Jenkins snarled at him.
"I'm not part of a murder gang," Briar wailed. "A guy gave me a hundred dollars to come over here and tell Justice that he was supposed to come to Half-Way Books and give him a ride…"
"He's got a truck," Lucas said.
"I didn't know that," she lied. She had them going, she could feel it. Mostly the truth, with a couple small variations, like Letty had taught her. "I just wanted a hundred dollars."
"What'd the guy look like?" Lucas asked. "The guy who gave you a hundred dollars?"
"Tall, thin, black hair, black mustache, blue eyes, really strong-looking. The woman was about as tall as I am. She had dark hair and…" She put her hand to her mouth, in sudden comprehension. "You thought I was her. They tricked you."
"How did you meet this guy?" Shrake asked. He was the bad cop. "Why would he give you a hundred dollars?"
"I didn't know why. He just said. I met him at Juicy's."
"You're too young for Juicy's," Shrake said.
"Not for a hamburger. I know a waitress there, but she wasn't working, but sometimes she gives me a hamburger for free. If I get hungry."
"So you were hustling a hamburger and this guy suddenly offers you a hundred bucks?" Jenkins was skeptical.
"I don't know," she said. "It sounded weird to me, too. I thought maybe ' but he said I wouldn't have to do anything. Just pick Justice up and take him to Half-Way Books."
Half-Way Books was a comic and games store halfway between Minneapolis and St. Paul.
"Where'd you get the van?" Lucas asked.
"I borrowed it from a friend," she said.
"A crippled friend?" More skepticism.
"That's right. He gets a check from the government and sometimes he pays me to drive him around," she said. "I know how to run the power ramp out the side of the van and I push him up and down the ramps to his house."
"What's your friend's name?" Shrake asked.
She shook her head. "I don't want to get him in trouble."
Shafer grinned at her and gave her the thumbs-up. "Good for you. Take care of your friends."
"Shut up," Jenkins told him. To Briar: "Where do you go to school?"
"I dropped out. I'm working on my equivalent," she said. She let them see this lie, because she knew they expected it.
"Why'd you drop out?"
"I had to run away because my mom's boyfriend kept trying to fuck me," she said.
"You let him?" Shafer asked, suddenly serious.
"Of course not," she said to him. "That's why I ran away."
Jenkins looked at Shafer and shook his head, and then asked Briar, "You a hooker?"
"Why are you so mean to me?" she whimpered.
Lucas said, "You sit on that bed and if you move your ass one inch, we will take you down and put you in jail." To Jenkins and Shrake: "Let's talk."
Out in the hall, Jenkins said, "She's a hook, and they picked up on that, and the fact that she looks like Diaz, and they sent her in here to see if anybody would jump. We did and they're gone."
Jenkins: "Now what?"
"We talk to the Secret Service, let them make the call," Shrake said.
"They don't want Shafer," Lucas said. "Why would they want the girl?"
Inside the motel room, Justice Shafer made his move; not having ever made one before, it was nervous and tentative. "Why's a good-looking woman like you running errands for assholes?" he asked.
"I wasn't sure he was an asshole," Briar said. She looked him over. "Are you a cowboy?"
He laughed, and she noticed that he had very white teeth. His best feature, maybe. "Yeah, I sat on top of some horses. Mostly, though, it was Gators."
She was puzzled. "Alligators?"
"No, a Gator. It's a John Deere four-wheeler. Or six-wheeler. Mostly use them instead of horses. Or I did. Mostly used for hauling shit around a ranch."
"I used to draw horses," she said.
"That's cool." He had a feeling that he was making progress, which was unprecedented. "I like the way you handled those cops. Those guys are jerks."
"I have a talent for finding assholes," she said, with the thinnest possibility of a smile. Then, "You really think I'm good-looking?"
"I think you're one of the most gorgeous things I ever saw," Shafer said, the sincerity shining through. "I wish you could come visit me sometime, down in Oklahoma."
Lucas talked to the lead Secret Service agent by phone, then he and Shrake and Jenkins went back into the room and found Shafer and Briar talking, and Lucas said, "Here's the deal. We're going to take you guys into St. Paul so you can talk to the Secret Service. They'll decide what we're gonna do."
"They owe me a truck and a bunch of gear," Shafer said. There was an assertive note in his voice that hadn't been there before.
"You'll get the truck," Lucas said. "I wouldn't push them on the gun."
"Hey, that gun is perfectly legal'"
Lucas held up a hand: "Justice, I'm just telling you. I wouldn't push them. A guy who's wandering around a national political convention with a.50-cal in his truck' he'd be best off not pushing too hard."
Shafer thought about that for a minute, then said, "I definitely want the truck. Then I'm going home to Oklahoma and I'm never coming back to this place. Minnesota sucks."
Jenkins said, "Casse toi, pauvre con."
Shrake said to Lucas, "French lessons."
Back at the apartment, Cruz told Lane and Lindy about the cops at the motel. "They're right on top of us," Lindy said. "We've got to get out of here."
Cohn was watching her: she was excited, pink-faced, scared, rattling around inside a thin cotton dress, and it was making him horny. Cruz, on the other hand, was pulling together, tighter and tighter.
"No. What they did was, after they found my place in LA, they checked phone numbers and got the number from my phone," Cruz said. "That was the phone I used to call my friend, to get her out of the house. She did, and she's ' safe. But they found the record and they traced that to the calls I made to Shafer. They're moving really fast. Really fast. I don't know how they dug Shafer out of the motel, but I've put enough word around about him, to wind them up, that they might have shaken down the whole motel and picked him up at random. So they get him, and they co-opt him, get him to call me. They still don't know where we are. They do know who we are. Brute and me, anyway. And Tate. They've digitized all the fingerprints and they'll nail Tate down in two minutes. If they find any connection to Jesse, they'll have him, too."